"My mother has been waiting for him for more than 20 years, and because of him, she has remained unmarried and alone all her life."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Fengtang blankly, and her mood became serious as she listened to every word he said.

Yes, you can't blame Luo Fengtang for complaining to his biological father whom he has never met. If it were him, he wouldn't forgive him easily.

How many twenty years does a woman have?

The best years of his life were spent in waiting, loneliness, and the torment of searching for his son.

Hope again and again, disappointment again and again.

"Tang Yazi, this is a grudge between the previous generation. As the younger generation, we should not get involved too much." Yang Ruoqing advised.

"Suppose, I mean suppose, suppose that one day your biological father comes back."

"Recognize it or not, we have to respect your mother's wishes," she added.

Luo Fengtang frowned, looking confused.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently relaxed his frown.

"Okay, it's too early to talk about those things. Right now, the most important thing for us is to go to sleep quickly, otherwise we won't have the energy to pick a grave for your adoptive father tomorrow." She urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded slightly, pulled the quilt, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

…

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

It's Qingming Festival again. The weather was originally fine, but on these two days, it suddenly started to rain.

I don’t know if God is also taking pity on the memory of the deceased in this world, but the misty rain falls on the hair and clothes.

There was suddenly a touch of sadness between heaven and earth.

After breakfast, Blacksmith Luo came over and discussed with Luo Fengtang in the main room about going up the mountain to burn incense and pick a grave.

Yang Ruoqing and her aunt Wang Cuilian were in the kitchen preparing the offerings to the ancestors of the old Luo family later.

Rice dumplings, braised fat pork, red dates, pastries, and a pot of rice wine.

When everything was ready, Yang Ruoqing went back to the house and changed into a pair of shoes, brought some raincoats and bamboo hats and handed them to Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang was surprised when he saw Yang Ruoqing wearing a bamboo hat herself.

"If the weather is bad, why don't you go this year?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It comes once a year, rain or shine."

Luo Fengtang's eyes shone with gratitude and he nodded vigorously.

Blacksmith Luo on the side heard this and secretly admired her. She is really a good wife of the old Luo family.

Wang Cuilian also wanted to go, but was stopped by Blacksmith Luo.

"Your waist flashed a little bit in the past two days, so don't go there and go climb a mountain or something. It will get serious again later," the man said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er is a junior, she is going, and I, the elder, should go even more. Otherwise, it would be too rude and the ancestors would blame me."

Blacksmith Luo said: "The ancestors of our old Luo family are all reasonable and will not blame anyone."

Yang Ruoqing also said: "Auntie, my mother-in-law is not feeling well these days, and I have to leave you at home to take care of the baby, so don't go."

"I will explain it to you from my ancestors," she said.

Wang Cuilian said gratefully: "Qing'er, help me kowtow a few more times."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Okay, don't worry, aunt."

Wang Cuilian said: "Then you go ahead and leave your baby to me. Don't worry."

…

In Mianniu Mountain behind the village, although the sky was filled with rain, it could not stop everyone from going up the mountain to visit the tombs.

In this era, tradition is very respected.

No matter he is a high-ranking official or a trafficker and a pawn.

During the Qingming Festival every year, the tombs of our ancestors are swept.

The imperial court, government offices, schools, shops and restaurants of all walks of life on the streets will be closed for the day.

Look, Mu Zichuan, the man who didn't even come back for the Chinese New Year, has also come back from the capital with his mother, Widow Liu, all the way.

When we paused to rest in an open place on the top of a mountain, we happened to meet Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"Hey, isn't that Zichuan?"

Yang Ruoqing unscrewed the kettle she brought and was about to drink water when she suddenly saw a person walking up the hillside.

His features are picturesque, elegant and handsome.

Wearing a green robe on his body, he actually had an elegant and fairy-like sense of sight.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also saw it.

"It really is Zichuan!" Luo Fengtang said, and the two of them quickly got up and hurried over there.

"Zichuan, I heard the aunts washing clothes in the pond this morning that you were coming back. I thought they were just guessing, but I didn't expect you were really back?" Yang Ruoqing took the lead in greeting Mu Zichuan.

Muzichuan's breath was slightly disturbed as he climbed the hillside, but when he saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of him, he took a deep breath and forced himself to breathe calmly.

"Qing'er, brother Fengtang, Zichuan is so polite."

He shook his sleeves, clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed to the couple in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and looked at Luo Fengtang. She saw the same thing in his eyes.

She smiled immediately.

Raising her hand and patting Mu Zichuan's arm, she said: "Hey, Zichuan, when we are together, why don't you use the etiquette outside? It's so embarrassing.

I feel uncomfortable."

Mu Zichuan was startled for a moment, then lowered his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"I'm used to it..." he said.

Luo Fengtang smiled honestly and said to Mu Zichuan: "It's okay, it's okay, do whatever you like."

"By the way, Zichuan, when did you come back?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Mu Zichuan said: "We set off a month ago and arrived at the village early this morning."

Luo Fengtang said: "Then you also made a special trip to visit the tomb?"

Mu Zichuan nodded and glanced in the direction of the ancestral grave of the old Mu family, with a trace of reminiscence and sorrow in his eyes.

"Yes." He said solemnly.

"Last year during the Chinese New Year, I was too busy with work and couldn't spare time to go back to my hometown to pay respects to my ancestors. I really feel ashamed to be a descendant of a human being. This time I made a special trip back to my hometown to sweep the graves. I hope my ancestors and my late father can forgive me for this unfilial piety."

descendants."

Seeing his sad and self-blaming expression, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other again.

I was really worried that he would cry on the spot.

Yang Ruoqing quickly changed the subject: "What, Zichuan, you're back, what about my godmother? Is she back?"

Although at the strong request of Widow Liu, she had already recognized her as her godmother.

However, when facing Mu Zichuan, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't say the words 'brother'.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Mu Zichuan also calmed down his grief and said, "I originally wanted to persuade my mother to stay in the capital for a longer time, but my mother insisted on coming back."

Yang Ruoqing was happy.

"My godmother is back? That's good. That's good. I'll go see her after sweeping the grave!" she said.

Muzichuan smiled lightly: "It's rare for you to have such a heart. Now, let me first thank you for my mother."
Chapter completed!